He turned away from Suzy’s ire
A look of hurt upon his face,
Her words were like a burning fire
So now he’d leave this dismal place!
He’d come home with some roses white
So happy to be home at last,
But Suzy bursting for a fight
Had met him with a verbal blast
For he had promised yesterday
To take her to her Mother’s place,
“Sorry,” all she heard him say!
They’d disappointed Mother Grace.
It took time for the housing loan
He wished it hadn’t been so long,
He’d tried to reach her on the phone
And couldn’t see what he’d done wrong
He tried to think where he could go
For now he’d seek another life
And find another love to show,
He’d finished with this angry wife.
After Tom had left the place
She paused to think the drama through
A fearful look upon her face
Now wondering just what she should do.
She phoned her wise old Mother Grace
And told her what a fool she’d been
Her Tom had left without a trace
She hoping Mom had Thomas seen.
Tom sat in his stark dark motel room
While staring blankly at the wall
And wondered in this new found tomb
Should he now give his Sue a call?
But Thomas called her Mom instead
And on the phone he poured his grief
Then climbed into his lonely bed
While hoping sleep would bring relief
There was a loud knock on the door
When opened saw to his relief
His Suzy rush across the floor
And kissed, caressed away his grief.
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